On September 20th, I walked from my house to the concrete patio in my backyard. The previous
tenants of the house left us some patio furniture that my roommates and I have
found quite useful. As a matter of fact, it has grown to be one of my favorite
places to sit and relax after a long week of class. My backyard is not all that
pretty. The grass is usually long and yellow looking. My house backs up to
overgrown tree-line that has consumed a chain-link fence. All the trees appear
to be saplings from larger trees elsewhere that have just somehow found their
way into my backyard. They are growing in all different directions and some even
wrap around one another. As if that were not enough, the trees are tangled in
some type of vine that makes a fence of its own. If you focus your ears you can
start to hear the sounds that come from beyond the fence. The sound of cicadas is
overwhelming. It almost makes it hard to hear anything else. However, if you listen
closely you can start to hear the sound of crickets and if you are lucky the
sound of squirrels climbing through the branches. I often look for signs of
life closer to the house. Along the roofline, there are dozens of wasp’s nests.
They swarm angrily but are thankfully far enough away not to be considered a
threat. I start to imagine what kind of life lurks beneath my overgrown backyard.
The grass is almost knee height at this point which means any kind of being
could be living below. I am always surprised to see the amount if lizards that
call the brick wall of my house a home. However, the number of lizards makes me
think there must be even more insects for them to feed on. During that afternoon
I did not see any birds or animals larger than a rodent, but I did hear the
sounds of something else coming from behind the fence. My roommate has
previously seen a family of raccoons and we came across a dead coyote the other
day on the street across from our house. I find the fact that there is so much
life around my house which is located in one of the biggest cities in America fascinating.
People often go on with their everyday life without ever realizing there is
another world around them. A world right beneath their eyes. Even myself, who
took the time to seek out this other world knows that there are parts, even
those beneath the grass line and beyond the fence that I have still yet to
discover.
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